A Blur of Thoughts

A blur of thoughts blocks my mind;
Like a dense fog, it obscures my comprehension:
What is it that I try to find
Within the drifting detachment and dullness?

I feel sickened by the storms of sadness,
Sorrows and stupidity; I had enough!
There is but a lie of hope, and it leads to madness,
Because through the fog, I cannot follow what I see.

I see nothing and scream, but I hear no sound.
The nothingness paralyzes me with apprehension
That, if I take a step, I will fall and lose my ground.
And when I fall, I cannot fly, I will simply go down and...

I stretch my hand forward and grasp the thin air;
The fog ignores the motions unto it I impose.
I feel solid ground, but move I do not dare:
The doubts devour my strength and weaken my will.

Others must be lost no less, I'm sure.
I would ask their guidance, but I know better:
They seek to relinquish what stops their venture;
They just want to leave me as I am.

Yet, I am urged to make progress, to sprint!
Those who urge me push me forward in a rush;
They think they know the way but they're clueless, without a hint!
They urge me and push me forward to nothing.

To the stress there exists a form of relief.
It soothes the pain and saves me from the grief.
It clears the fog and warms me with the sun above.
It is someone who, towards me, feels unconditional love.